I'm coming round the corner
Like a bullet from a gun
I'm telling you baby
There ain't nothing can be done
The thoughts and the words
Running through my mind
I can't push them aside
'm going into exile
It's a case of homicide

Like a Mancunian Psycho
Delightful
Either out for revenge
Or just spiteful
Coming round the corner
With a raging attitude
I'm warning you today
Don't put him in a mood
He'll stab you in the back
When you least expect it
Rob your new car
And disrespect it
Feed you both bleach
And antiseptic
Got the best pills
Queer blue electric
When you see him
Just don't take the piss
Because you know it's none of your
Biz-ness
Guaranteed he won't just use his fist
Then he'll be gone like a thief into the mist

I'm coming round the corner
Like a bullet from a gun
I'm telling you baby
There ain't nothing can be done
The thoughts and the words
Running through my mind
I can't push them aside
I'm going into exile
's a case of homicide

Like a Mancunian Psycho
Delightful
Either out for revenge
Or just spiteful
Coming round the corner
With a raging attitude
I'm warning you today
Don't put him in a mood
When you see him just don't look in his eyes
Otherwise you'll get a nasty surprise
Try not to tell no stupid lies
Then you'll be gone in a case of homicide